The justice building was broken. Not only in the outside but in the inside. I was locked into a small room, waiting for my visits to coe in crying. The only person who dared to come is my mother. And, honestly, I’d wished she hadn’t. She started going on how I have none chance of winning. Like I didn’t know already. She says, “District 12 might finally have a winner… That Katniss girl looks capable”.
I knew she thought that way, but the fact that she says it, takes my breath away for a second. I mean, I’m her son after all and this could be the last time she sees me… None of this seems to cross her mind. And that was it. The only visit I got.
A peace-keeper walks in and directlyto me. Maybe it’s my imagination but I catch a glimpse of sadness in his eyes as he drags me out the room. Towards Effie and Katniss once more. Her dress has stinks of water, probably her sister’s tear. But her face is clear, which shows she hasn’t cried. She is ay too strong for that. That’s when the first tear rolls down my cheek. When I notice what this all means. When I see the rage in her eyes. She isn’t here to make friends. And if that means she had to kill me…
I knew my mother was right. I have absolutely no chance of winning. But maybe she doesn…
I inmeduately figure what my game is. It’s to make her win.To get her out alive.
At least.
My sight gets blurry from all the tears; the people around me turn into colores shapes, making it impossible to know who they are. So I let Effie lead my way to the train. The train which would take us to the Capitol.to the training centre and later, to the Arena.
The door closes.
I rub my eyes to wipe the tears from them, and looks out the window as we drive away. District 12, my parents and brothers, my friends, my home.. It’s al far away now. And I might never come back.
That though makes me shiver. It’s not the posibility of not coming back, but the knowledge of that, if I do, I will not be ever the same.
